Why Me?

Chapter 6 - meeting the band

"Why didn't you tell me before?" I was sat across from Jack with my arms crossed.

I had told him that I found out about his fame on Instagram and to say he was taken aback would be an understatement. He somehow thought I would never find out.

"You didn't know about me before and it was so refreshing, I wanted to just have normal dates with you where we could go out freely and act like a normal couple. I also didn't want to change your opinion on me once you knew I was famous. It's one of the reasons why I never had any real relationships, the girl would either be after me for the fame or they couldn't deal with the haters, I thought I would be better for both of us if you never found out.

"I soon realised that it wasn't possible since we were constantly followed by paparazzi and I saw the photos weeks earlier. That's why I thought it would safer if we just hung out in your house."

He looked so apologetic that I couldn't stay mad at him.

I grabbed his hand and told him to look at me.

"Sorry I shouldn't have snapped at you. It's not your fault your every move is followed. I don't mind the haters or your fame, I only care about you and your happiness. So if you're happy spending time with me, then it's all worth it."

He stared at me for what seemed like an eternity before he leaned in and kissed me.

"Thank you so much." He leaned his forehead against mine.

"Now, I just need to stay off of social media and make everything private." I joked.

"Don't worry about any of that, I can take care of it."

"Is that why you're always at work and why you didn't have your phone when you were travelling? Also, why were you running from the police that day?"

"Yeah, when I say I'm at work, I'm basically practicing with the boys and I didn't have my phone because our manager thought we should focus solely on our fans when we were touring. I wasn't actually running from the police, they were my security guards but I wanted privacy which is why I tried to get away."

I had to admit, it was a lot to take in. But every time I looked up at Jack, I realised that his fame was just something for me to overcome. It's not like every celebrity has to stay single for their entire life. They do date and I somehow ended up with a guy who just so happened to have millions of fans.

"I'm sorry if this is too much, I would understand if you didn't want to be with me." He began.

"Stop talking like that, why would I want to leave you just because I found out about your profession? You're still the Jack that I spilled hot coco on, the Jack that was running from the cops and the Jack that I bumped into halfway across the world. The little fact that you're a singer doesn't change the way I feel about you."

"Thank you." He repeated and kissed me once more.

This time I pulled him closer to me and made sure that he knew I wasn't going anywhere.

He pulled away quickly and looked into my eyes,

"You're beautiful you know that?" He asked before pulling me onto his lap and kissing me again.

"I try my best" I said breaking this kiss temporarily before he pulled me in again. He bit my bottom lip gently, asking for entry which I happily granted. 

I had never felt this way about anyone before. Every time he touched my, my entire being tingled. How could someone have this effect on my.

He pulled me onto his lap, not breaking out kiss. My hands tangled in his hair, his hands tugging on the bottom of my shirt. I smiled into the kiss, knowing he was struggling with my shirt.